It's my innings now, gov'nor, and as soon as I catches hold o' this 'ere Trotter, I'll have a good 'un.' 'I hope you will, Sammy.

I hope you will,' returned Mr.Weller.

'Here's your health, Sammy, and may you speedily vipe off the disgrace as you've inflicted on the family name.' In honour of this toast Mr.Weller imbibed at a draught, at least two-thirds of a newly-arrived pint, and handed it over to his son, to dispose of the remainder, which he instantaneously did.
'And now, Sammy,' said Mr.Weller, consulting a large double-faced silver watch that hung at the end of the copper chain.

'Now it's time I was up at the office to get my vay-bill and see the coach loaded; for coaches, Sammy, is like guns--they requires to be loaded with wery great care, afore they go off.' At this parental and professional joke, Mr.Weller, junior, smiled a filial smile.

His revered parent continued in a solemn tone-- 'I'm a-goin' to leave you, Samivel, my boy, and there's no telling ven I shall see you again.